Up the stairs. Down the stairs. Up. Down. The cycle went like this for a three hours, as we were looking for clothing and fabric to make into covering, so that people walking by didn't know we were animatronics. We finally found the box that had the stuff from Fazbear's Fright we took inside, and took out all the cloth, and a few sewing machines with thread. Another four hours passed of us sewing clothes, and soon we had clothes that would fit us, but everything had to be long sleeved and legged for us to hide as much as possible. "Well, how does it look?" I asked after trying on some of my new clothes. "Great! I think we did a good job!" BB exclaimed. The next part was to see if the clothes worked. We put on stuff to cover our faces and went out the front door. We got a few glares from a few, but the costumes worked pretty well. Until some teenagers tried to mug us. "Give us your money, stupid foo!" One with a gun said. My eyes went black, and I lunged out and cut one of the guys with my hook. "Leave us alone!" I yelled, and the guy with the gun shot my chest. I stumbled for a second, and tackled him as hard as I could. I heard a sickening CRACK in the guy's arm. He shot me several more times in the same spot, but I just kept breaking his bones non-stop. "Foxy stop!" I heard FredBear yell. "Ha! Your name is Foxy?! What a name!" The other guy laughed, so I ran to him and cut his eye out. "Ow, you bitch! That fucking hurt!" He yelled, holding his hand over his right eye. "Then stop, or I'll do what I did ta yer little friend here ta ye!" I said. He pulled out a shank, so I held up my hook, about to fight him. I tore the cloth off my face, shocking him. He ran to the back of an alleyway, and of course I followed him. "Where'd ye go, scallywag?!" I yelled. I flew to the floor with a shank in my side, and saw the guy above me. I kicked him off, got to my feet, and stabbed his side with my hook, the shank still in my side. He pulled out nunchucks with a spike ball on the end of one handle to hit with. He threw it at my face, but I just pulled it out like it was a mask and the it at him. He got hit right in the center of the chest, knocking him down. He then pulled out a gun, and, still on the ground, shot me in the head and chest multiple times. I fell to the ground, right next to a chunk of my face. He shot my legs, and I crawled away, back to the others. "What happened?" TC asked. "Tat asshole shot me..." I said. After that we went home and repaired the damages he did to me.
